watch it: retro 1950s Tide commercial
I always hang my laundry to dry out on the beach. I love how it gets sandblasted in the wind off the ocean:
1950s
watch it: 1950s Coca-Cola commercial
Coke! It’s so glamorous that suave dudes in tuxedoes drink it! And it totally impresses chicks!
watch it: retro 1950s Kleenex napkin ad
Oh good lord, I’m gonna have nightmares about tiny butlers in my kitchen after this.
watch it: 1950s? 60s? Crest commercial
Crest is recommended by four of five guys who think that jerk Bill deserves a smackdown:
Walk the Line movie review: finding his voice
I left the screening room on Monday afternoon with Johnny Cash’s voice— no, with Joaquin Phoenix’s where’d-he-get-that-from baritone echoing in my head…
Good Night, and Good Luck. (review)
Are you now, or have you ever been, a journalist? That’s what *Good Night, and Good Luck.* feels like, a smooth, sardonic smack in the face of today’s so-called newspeople, the cinematic equivalent of a withering glare and a disdainful roll of the eyes. Oh, this is an angry movie, calm and collected on the surface and seethed with reeled-in rage underneath. Yeah, it’s about Edward R. Murrow and how he took on McCarthy’s insanity, but what it’s really about is how we need a Murrow now and is there no one, not one supposed journalist, with the balls to take up Murrow’s mantle of integrity and honesty and fearlessness?
Far From Heaven (review)
With its lush Technicolor palette of autumn hues and lavish Elmer Bernstein score and slightly stylized acting and crisp costumes of crinoline and taffeta and gray flannel, Far from Heaven is a note-perfect pastiche of early studio melodramas.
The Exorcist, Lost Souls, and Possessed movies review: sympathy for the devil
Do screenwriters bother with characterization or motive for Old Scratch? Rarely — the Prince of Darkness is supposed to just coast on his rep as the Ultimate Bad Dude, and yet those selfsame screenwriters must, by storytelling necessity, declaw him, prevent him from taking full advantage of the hellish forces at his command.
The Talented Mr. Ripley movie review: American psycho
Exquisitely understated, this is an instant classic, not in the sense that the word is typically applied to movies, but how we use the word to describe cars and clothes, embodying clean lines, subtle elegance, and a sense of timelessness.
